Author Hiroaki Sato All the many blooms could not open at once. Aoi Flower, swiftly hit by a jealous wind, was destroyed. In crimson chambers many were the dreams of spring nights. I love Cicada Shell for slipping out like a cicada. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments